Thank you ZAM for this opportunity to share with you and your readers some of my thoughts and the first book in my fantasy, paranormal, erotic serial.
The Body Beautiful
It is a common perception, whether accurate or in error, that women are not visually-based creatures sexually – that it is exclusively the realm of men. For me and I imagine a lot of woman, sexual stimulation does originate on the imagination side of their eyeballs. The preference is, and I can only go by my own experience, to read it rather than watch it. But then on the other hand to see a beautiful man is very exciting to women too. The exploration of the ‘female gaze’, so to speak, is becoming far more open and popular. Not being truly cognisant of what that term actually means – and I’m not sure anyone truly does, by the way – I would just like to confirm – woman can objectify men just as easily as they can be objectified by the opposite sex. A man’s body to a woman can be amazingly beautiful. And she certainly doesn’t have to switch on the emotional, ‘gentle’ side of her nature in order to appreciate it.
In many instances in ‘Gift of the Blood God – Drawn’, where my female characters are presented with a lovely male, they are definitely afforded the opportunity to look and appreciate. Visual stimulation is a big part of their pleasure and a spur in the furtherance of their own objectives. Melory, Molly Mae, Renee and even the priestess Melan have their moments of being overwhelmed with desire because of the visual feast they are offered of a man’s ‘beautiful’ body and the potential for what he can do with it. It was one objective of my writing to offer the reader an insight into female appreciation…
(Please be aware, this excerpt contains a few swear words)
The man’s voice startled Melory, and she jumped as his hand caressed her shoulder, his head tilting towards the rushing river. What did he want from her now? Melory let him grab her arm and help her from the restriction of the blanket before pulling her towards the water’s edge and the sharp rumbled rocks of its shore.
His words fell on uncomprehending ears, but his actions were completely obvious as he began to disrobe. “Ah, I don’t think so, mate.” Melory’s face flamed. She wasn’t going skinny dipping with this unknown savage. He already wasn’t wearing much, and as he dropped his trousers, Melory’s insides turned hurriedly over, her lower body clenching and her breath caught. He was like a fucking Adonis! His tan was deep from sun exposure, but his hair was fair almost everywhere, not that there was a true abundance of it. Not a walking carpet this one, though, yes he had a man’s hairy legs, and the trail beneath his belly button that broadened into the darker smattering of kinky curls around the abundance of his package. The sight of his genitals and the semi hard-on he was sporting made Melory feel faint. “Jesus!” If that’s what it was like at this point, she gaped, what the hell would it be like when it was fully erect? Her face flushed beet red as she realised she’d been staring overlong and she flicked an embarrassed look to his face and almost ran when he advanced on her completely and utterly naked.
Okay, what was this? Had he rescued her with the intension of making her some kind of sex slave? The thought made her toes curl and when he reached for her jacket forcing it down over her arms; she closed her eyes and began to protest. “No, no, no. Get your hands off me… I’m not going there.”
But she was, just not in the way she thought. The man smiled at her resistance and picking her up bodily, still fully dressed in her jeans and bodysuit, he entered the chill swirl of the gurgling torrent and threw her in with a tremendous splash. The cold shocked the breath out of her and she shrieked as the deluge raced over her body, seeping through the clasp of her clothes. Melory fought as he pushed her head under, soaking her completely, “Fuck you bastard!” and then to her amazement, casually tossed a sliver of thick cream soap at her. She gasped and caught it greedily. Oh, okay, a bath was it?
The man held a piece of his own and pushing her hair from her face, Melory watched him stand thigh-deep in the chill river soaping the vast breadth of his naked chest, the dried mud of the previous day turning the suds muck-brown. He ignored her as he splashed the foam from his chest and washed under his arms and down his abs, smoothing the soap over his pubes, obviously comfortable with his body, with his own nakedness, cleaning around his genitals with deft unaffected movements. Melory almost lost her soap as she gasped and turned quickly away, shamefaced for her blatant appraisal.
This was not good! Melory sank deeper into the water and tried to erase the sight from her mind. The painful tightness of her nipples was just from the cold, she told herself. However, now that she was in the water, soap in hand she desperately wanted to wash just as freely as he did but she was far too afraid to get out of her clothes. She settled for a quick scrub of the soap around her neck and décolletage and under her arms but that was about as far as she was prepared to go.
Gift of the Blood God: Drawn
From the near new city of the civilised Oremen, to the wild untamed clans of the warrior nations of the Ancients, to the primitive quiet villages of a long lived and isolated people; their Dreamers dreamed and sensed the streams of time eddying and calling. The Gift was coming, and all eyes turned to the rugged climes of the southlands.
Two women struggled through the new day, through vast tracts of dark and ominous wilderness. Shocked and confused in the aftermath of what should have been a near fatal accident, twins Lorrie and Melory found themselves stumbling into a fate nothing in their previously sheltered lives had prepared them for. Nothing was familiar and even the comfort they found in each other’s company could not keep the fear or panic at bay.
Where were they?
In a world imbued with strange powers and lingering passions, the past machinations of the doomed Faeling will irrevocably change forever the Neilson sisters’ future.
Thus begins the journey of the sisters’ awakening.
Please note: – this series contains swearing, sexual content and adult themes – suitable for persons over the age of 18 years
Sydney Whyte is a ground breaking new talent to arise in New Zealand erotic literature. A vivacious reader and passionate creative writer since early childhood, she began writing paranormal and fantasy stories as early as ten years old. As a shy and reserved child, she immersed herself in writing complex, fantastical worlds full of magic, mystery and intrigue as a means of escapism. When she reached her teenage years, thoughts of love and romance entered her life with an obsession known only to the hormonal and young, her writing took a significantly saucier (although highly naive) turn. Her increasingly shy demeanour and strict upbringing allowed her few opportunities to openly explore her youthful sexuality; writing became an important means for shaping her philosophies on love, men and romance. As she set out on her own into the world she never ceased to write, but her life, prose and perspective changed drastically. Widowed at twenty-three, re married by twenty-seven, and a single mother of two before thirty five, her untainted youthful outlook on love, life and sex gave way to the exploration of the interconnectedness between beauty and pain, sensuality and shame, and love and despair, that shapes the unique human experience.